Page 24 of Rim Job

RIMMINGTON

Ican't bloody believe she's agreed to this. My wife has caught me off-guard. I thought I'd have to beg her, possibly pay her, but no, she's agreed.

“Okay, Christina. Rules?” I ask as I take a seat.

This should bloody well be interesting.

Hopefully, she requests a few good fuckings in this line up. I somehow doubt that is on her list, though.

“Yes. Rules.”

She paces again. This must be her go-to move when she's contemplating. I’m thoroughly absorbed in her arse, until she turns to face me. I swiftly divert my eyes to hers. Hopefully, she's none the wiser. Wouldn't want her knowing I'm counting down the minutes until I'm with her again. Preferably not so pissed this time.

“Rule One.” She holds up her lovely finger. “No sex.”

Say what now?

I quirk a brow at her, about to stomp rule one to dust before she can even fully implement it.

Christ sakes, she just asked me to rail her a few moments ago.

She quirks a stern brow back at me before continuing. “This is a business arrangement, of sorts, and we will treat it like so. Sex gets messy.”

“Only the best kind, Hell Cat.” I smile, waggling my brows suggestively at her.

She frowns, not finding me nearly as adorable as I find myself. “It complicates things, and if we intend to sever ties cleanly at the end of this arrangement, we need to leave sex out of it.”

Yeah, I'm not agreeing to that.

I'll keep quiet, though, and let her carry on. She'll figure that out soon enough.

“Two.” She holds up two slender fingers in the air.

She's fucking adorable when she thinks she's getting her way.

“We can't be seen in public dating others. Only my friends will know the truth, and of course, whatever friends you might want to tell. To anyone else looking in, this will seem like a real marriage. What we do in our downtime away from each other behind closed doors is our own business.”

I don't like the idea of her downtime being spent with someone else. The thought of her shagging some other bloke actually makes me quite livid.

Interesting.

I'm going to put a halt to this rubbish right now.

“I believe it best we aren't with anyone else during this arrangement. It could cause unforeseen issues. Someone could leak it to the press. I can't risk a scandal.”

I hold my breath while I wait to see if she bought that line of utter nonsense.

“Press? Why would the press care?”

My poor, beautiful wife. Still so naive.

“Love, Lord andex-eligible bachelor here.”

I flash her my best smile while holding my hands out to the sides like it should be obvious. I am one of the world's most eligible bachelors, after all. I've made the top ten list the last six years in a row.

I give her a wink and a smile.

She scrunches up her cute little nose at me. Her finger absentmindedly traces her full bottom lip. I find all my attention focused on that small movement, wishing desperately to replace that digit with my cock. I shift in my seat trying to discretely adjust my growing hard-on.

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